UNTOUCHABLE (Siri's Saga Book 1) (3 page)

What? A buddy? What the fuck? NO!
I try to keep the panic out of my voice. "Mrs. Smith, now
I'm
confused. Who rented the apartment?"

"Mr. Moore."

"I know Mr. Moore rented it but for whom? His buddy or himself?" I hold my breath, waiting for her answer.

"Well, that was curious too. He put his own name on the lease."

I blurt out.
"
Fuck! You had me scared there for a moment." Then, I quickly blurt an apology. "Oh shit, excuse my language."

She laughs. "My Dear, I'm happy he rented it too. He does seem like such a nice young man and you two would make quite a cute couple!"

"Thanks, Mrs. Smith." I agree with her to keep her talking. "So, do you know what day he is moving in?"

"Oh, yes, your welcome gift. Today."

Today! He is moving in today! YAY!
I feel those damn nervous butterflies replace the breath that was held in my gut, but I'm okay with that.
It beats a deflated balloon!

"Do you know what time?"

"No, only that it is today, but he isn't here yet."

"Thank you, Mrs. Smith."

"You're welcome, hun. We don't do enough for our service men and women."

"No ma'am, we don't."

"You know I met my first husband at the gas station by the post gate. He looked so handsome in his uniform…." She blabs on while I dial our office number from line 6. When it rings, I politely tell her I have to answer that.

The rest of my day is spent answering the phones and doodling little hearts and halo's all over my pad while Mr. Moore's face constantly floats across my mind. At 4 o'clock, I hit the door again, all smiles and butterflies knowing that tonight I will be enjoying Merlot and cookies for supper and
who knows what for dessert.

When I pull into the parking lot at 4:20, his big 'bad ass' black truck is parked next to my usual space which is empty so I whip right in.
Show time in 15.
Walking in, I glance at the office and Mrs. Smith is standing in the doorway. She smiles and waves, then points upstairs and gives me the ok sign. I smile back and give her the ok sign too.
Nothing like having a spy and good Intel.

Once in my place, I hum "Happy" while I change into the same tangerine outfit, put the cookies in the oven on low, and tie a blue ribbon around the wine bottle. I find a basket to transport the cookies, put them on a plate, throw a towel over them, grab the bottle of wine and float down to 9G.

At the door, I lift the towel off the cookies and their aroma fills the air. After several deep breaths to calm myself, I raise my knuckles to knock. Mr. Moore pulls the door open, takes a step to come out, then stops surprised to see me. He gives me his big beautiful smile. "Miss Wright, I missed you yesterday."

My butterflies fly away as my tummy lurches so hard I almost pee my pants.
Fucking A! He is hotter than I remember!
The light from the hall shines in his eyes and on his hair.
They really are bright emerald green! And it really does give a halo effect!
My mouth waters.

Managing somehow to keep my composure, I look past him into his apartment and see that it's dark. "Is this a bad time?"

As he studies my outfit, the basket on my arm, and the bottle of wine in my hand, I study his face in greater detail. His dark, almost black, eyebrows accentuate his eyes to perfection. His white teeth stand out against his tanned skin and are perfectly straight. His lips….
How could I have missed his lips yesterday? They are defined, perfectly shaped, but not full, and not tight; they are goldilocks perfect.
They are just right.
I lick my own.

He inhales the scent of the cookies. "Of course not. Please come in." He turns the lights back on and pulls the door all the way open, gesturing for me to enter. When I walk in, I pause just inside. "I can always find time for a beautiful woman who comes knocking on my door bearing gifts of cookies and wine." The tone of his deep voice envelopes and caresses my ears. His hands brush my skin and I feel the tingle he gives me as he lifts the basket off my arm and takes the wine out of my hand. As he walks away, I watch his perfect physique. I notice several very nice things. One, he
is
wearing a flight suit. Two that flight suit shows off his perfect v-shaped body. Three that flight suit shows off his killer, perfect, coffee bean shaped ass too.
A fucking fine feast!
When he is in the kitchen, he motions for me join him. "I'm sorry, but I can't enjoy a glass with you right now of this…" He holds the wine bottle away so he can read the label. "…fine Merlot. I'm flying tonight, but I will definitely give you a raincheck." He sets it on the counter with the basket of cookies. "I will be happy to devour these delicious morsels with you now though. Would you like a glass of milk?"

I laugh to myself.
Men! They are suckers for milk and cookies.
I walk up to the counter watching how comfortable he is in his new apartment.
He has made himself right at home in a matter of hours.
He gestures to one of the bar stools so I sit. He grabs two lowball glasses without waiting for my answer, and the milk from the refrigerator, then pours us both a glass. He stands on the opposite side, takes a cookie, dunks it in his milk, then plops it in his mouth whole. "Yum." He says as he closes his eyes. "Have one. They are delicious."

I stare at his mouth working on the cookie. The motion of his lips pushes an 'on' button I didn't know I had.
Yum, your lips! They form a perfect heart shape.
The thought of sucking his bottom lip fills my mind and I bite my own staring fascinated and captivated.
Deliciousness.
When he swallows, they stop moving, then they begin to part slightly, spreading over his teeth into a 'sexy as hell' smile. I lift my eyes to find him watching me through hooded lids. The desire I see there sends a hot wave coursing through me and I blush,
busted
, but I smile back.
Like minds are a good thing.

He picks another cookie up. "Here. Like this." His eyes hold mine as he dunks it. Then my eyes fall to his open mouth, as he slowly inserts it between his sexy lips again, but this time, he allows more tongue to greet it. As he lays the cookie on his flat tongue, and slowly draws it into his mouth, another wave of desire crashes over me. My breathing quickens.

Despite the fact that I know he is looking for my reaction, I can't control myself. Watching his lips move as he chews makes me bite my lip again.
Damn, he pushes my 'on' buttons.

He chuckles as he picks up another cookie and hands it to me. "Your turn. Let me see what you can do with it."

My eyes twinkle at him.
Yes. Let me show you what I can do with a cookie. Let me push your buttons, Mr. Moore.

Taking the cookie, I hover it over my milk. I wait until his eyes leave mine and travel to the cookie, then I dunk it in my milk, once, twice, three times in a rhythm that matches our thoughts. The milk dances in the glass. His eyes watch its journey to my fully opened mouth. Laying the cookie on my flat tongue, I bare my teeth, biting it gently, then I curl my tongue up between my fingers, and pull the rest of the delicious morsel in. Moaning, I chew and chew and chew, working my mouth around and around. Tipping my head all the way back so my neck is fully extended, I close my eyes and swallow, once, twice, three times. I let my own 'sexy as hell' smile spread slowly over my teeth. "That was delicious!" When I cut my eyes to look at him, his eyes are a dark shade of emerald green. I know what he is thinking
and it isn't how good that damn cookie tastes.

Picking my head up, I look straight into his eyes, confident I won that round. His eyes bore into mine for several seconds. My confidence turns into something much more primitive as he smiles that sexy half smile again and challenges me. "Oh, no. You can do better than that. No biting."

I raise my eyebrows and smirk. We stare at each other with the innuendo heavy between us. I drop my eyes to stare at my milk, not really seeing it.
Challenge received.
I can feel him watching me, looking for my reaction.
I really want to fuck you, Mr. Moore.
I twist the glass.
No sense denying that.
"That's not very lady like."

He smirks at me thinking he has won, that I'm backing down. Swinging my hair so it is all on one side, I look up at him from under my lashes.
Challenge accepted.
His expression changes. As I reach for a cookie, hungry eyes wanting me, watch me. I smirk with confidence as I hover it over my milk again.
You are never again going to dunk a cookie without seeing this replayed.
I wait until his eyes travel to the cookie, then I dunk it in the milk with such force that it sloshes. Pulling the cookie back to the edge, I pause, then I dunk it hard again, sloshing the milk again, then withdraw it to the edge. His breathing changes. Once more, I slam the cookie into the milk and it sloshes over the top. I lean up, push my tits down onto the counter so they pop out of the neckline of my tank top, pucker my lips, and suck the milk from the cookie. His breathing stops.
You weren't expecting that.
My tongue darts around my parted lips as I arch my back, thrusting my tits toward him, until my neck is fully extended and exposed again. Sticking my tongue out, I insert the whole cookie into my abyss. Closing my mouth around my thumb, I suck it, once, twice, three times. Then I slide it in and out, once, twice, three times. As I massage the cookie around my mouth, once, twice, three times, I hear a very low, primal groan from him. Knowing I have won the cookie eating contest, I swallow the whole fucking thing, once! Another low groan escapes him. Laying my head sidewise as I lick my lips, confident I have made him horny as hell, I smirk. "Like that?"

His hooded eyes and his hungry expression were nothing compared to the dark look on his face now.
It looks like a storm!
Battle ready.
My body freezes.
I have tested his self-control.
Wide eyed, I watch him struggling, knowing instinctively not to move, to wait. For all my experiences in Vegas, I have never seen this expression before. The intensity is truly as frightening as it is exciting. I can see and feel the ferocity of his passion. It looks and feels like a storm.
Holy fucking hell!
The electricity between us sends my hand to reach for him and his eyes dart to it, then they look directly into mine. The piercing power touches something deep inside me and whatever it is comes alive! My tits swell and the nipples shrink, elongate and push out on my bra. My pussy soaks my pants and my clit tingles.
Damn, that look turns me on! He is a fucking fine Beast who would feast on me!
I pull my hand back.
I would let you fuck me right now, Mr. Moore, and that's never happened to me before!

"Damn straight. Just like that." He growls. As we stare at each other, I wonder.
How? How can this happen between us
so fast?
He closes his eyes, hangs his head, and leans on the counter. I can see his tense, bulging muscles under his taut flight suit. I watch him controlling himself with his breath. Slowly, his expression subsides and his muscles relax. He shakes his hanging head.
When he lifts his face to mine again, he is grinning. "Damn, woman." The corners of his eyes crinkle a tiny bit.

He's just too damn cute!
My heart starts to sing. Grinning back at him, the mischievous twinkle appears in my eyes and I reach for a cookie. His eyes flare slightly and I see a trace of concern flash across his face. I smile sweetly at him.
Don't worry. I'm not going to push your buttons again. Not yet, anyway.
I hold the cookie out to him. "Yum. Have one. I hear they are delicious." He chuckles as he takes the cookie. I giggle. "They are to die for!"

He dunks it. "Are you from around here?" He stuffs his gorgeous face as he waits for my answer, relaxed and comfortable again.

"Yes and no. I'm complicated."

"No doubt." He rolls his eyes, making me laugh.

"And you? Are you from around here?"

"Yes and no too. I'm complicated too." He flirts, mimicking me.

"No doubt." I roll my eyes, mimicking him with a teasing tone.

We each take another cookie, grinning at each other. "So, what are you doing this weekend?" He stuffs his mouth.

"Nothing." I nibble mine. "Why?" My eyes dance.

He watches my mouth on my cookie as he chews. "Oh, I was just wondering what exactly goes on around here on the weekends."

"Not a whole helluva lot. You have to make your own entertainment."

His eyes light up. "What kind of entertainment do you make?"

"Personally, I entertain myself with exercise." I finish my cookie. "I'm turning into an exercise freak."

"An exercise freak? Really?" He asks, keeping a straight face, but his eyes are dancing. "What kind of exercise?"

"Dancer-cise. I'm actually a dancer in my complicated life." I reach for another cookie.

"I know. I've been dreaming about you ever since I saw you dance."